Allen Chase - The mirrored den

Bob found himself behaving like a robot, stumbling into a seat and saying, "What? Hub? Oh, I'll have a Scotch," as he noticed that Mona was sitting with her legs curled underneath her and that her knees were exposed along with a long swoop of her thigh. Her knees looked good, bent that way. He sat back and smiled at Mona as Leo turned his back to the bar and he allowed his eyes to take in her body as she sat posed, never moving, seeming to say, here I am, look all you want. She smiled at him slowly and Bob felt a jerk in his pants thinking that he never had seen a woman smile more brazenly than that before. She shifted her hip and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Bob."

Bob crossed his legs carefully against the painful and embarrassing swelling he felt in his penis. Mona's lovely breasts jutted out and were firm and seemed to have a thrust to them rare in a woman her age. Her face was framed by jet black hair and there was a giddy, I surrender look in her eye. Sex exuded from every pore. Bob looked at her knowing he had seen women like her before. Years ago, when he was a second lieutenant in the army, while on leave in Japan, with fellow officers, he had gone to the fanciest whorehouse in Japan and spent a months pay. While in that whorehouse, he had seen a Eurasian prostitute that was exactly like Mona. She was the star of the house and she acted like she knew it.

So it was with Mona. She knew her breasts were exposed, pressed as they were against the thin material of her dress. What's more, they were cut low, allowing plenty of firm deep cleavage to billow and thrust out.

She moved to get herself a drink and her breasts shook and the dress seemed only to be caressing her skin rather than concealing it. Mona McKern had a sensuous white skin with high cheekbones and jet black hair. She had the striking, daring kind of good looks that it takes to be a top model which is what she was before she met and married Leo McKern.

She sat, teasing puffs under her eyes, hinting at nights of dissipation. She sat, obviously flirting with Bob behind her husband's back as he mixed the drink and Bob couldn't think of anything to say.

"Here," Leo bellowed, turning and thrusting a drink at Bob. "Scotch. The best. Scotch and soda. Mona, turn that damn radio down or off, please."

Mona obliged, languidly swinging a leg as she leaned to turn off the radio while looking at Bob with her eyelids lowered.

Leo sat in a chair and took in his wife's behavior with narrowed eyes. "Okay, Mona, that's enough. God, get a few drinks in her and she's climbing the walls. Mona, baby, go in the next room so me and Mr. Hunnicutt can talk."

"It's Hunnicutt," Bob corrected, smiling at Mona, "please call me Bob."

"Okay, Bob," Mona said, pronouncing the word Bob like she was tasting something juicy and good.

She got from the couch slowly, languidly, flowing off it and showing her ample and curved buttocks as the material of her dress clung to her rounded cheeks and Leo, laughing, lunged and slapped his wife on the buttocks and Bob heard the firm wet smack that sounded warm and naked, like she didn't have underwear on under the dress.

"Go on, get out of here while I talk business." The two men watching her walk as her hips rose and fell and her buttocks wiggled free under the dress and she looked over her shoulder and gave Bob a brazen smile before she blew a kiss with her soft pulpy ups to her husband 4x1 disappeared into the bedroom.

After she left the room it was as if both the men could let their breath go and Leo could laugh, changing the torrid mood of the moment. "We've been partying it up. So seldom the two of us can get away together so I guess we've been clowning around a little. She didn't offend you did she?"

"Huh? Oh no!" Bob hastened to assure him.

"She was just kidding around. You get to know her and you know she's just clowning around. It's nothing, really."

Bob smiled and reassured Leo that his wife's actions were nothing, hinting that things like that happened to him all the time. He crossed his legs lighter against the thickening of his prick and tried hard to concentrate. "Now, Mr. McKern…"

"Leo!"

"Right. Now, Leo, you said you were having some problems with your insurance?"

Leo McKern put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward and began talking. He talked in a clear low rough voice and as he talked, Bob found himself listening close. This was no loudmouth who had too much to drink, this was a clear cold executive reeling off facts and figures like a computer. In a few minutes as Leo talked on, Bob had forgotten about Mona in the next room and was concentrating all of his attention to what Leo was saying.

What Leo was saying was staggering. He was clearly and coldly outlining the insurance needs and services of his financial empire. He knew down to the last dollar just how much he was paying in premiums each year. He knew exactly what he was covered for.

Before Bob knew it, he was copying down figures and the two of them had loosened their ties and were deep into the discussion of insurance and Leo McKern was amazing Bob with his knowledge of the insurance industry. His insights were keen and it was obvious he had taken time to study the subject. In fact, the more Bob knew of Leo, the more he found a begrudging honesty and admiration growing for Leo.

He liked Leo despite his habits and ways: Leo was big and careless with his speech and his manners weren't all they could be and he was obviously a man who had taught himself; a self-made crude type, the type generally seen and succeeding around trucking firms. In fact, Leo started as a trucker and find his imagination and energies sending him off in other directions. Now he was the president and manager of a large corporation with holdings in quite a few things and he dressed with the expensive taste of an executive but he didn't talk or act like one.

Still, Bob was smart enough to recognize a good mind when he saw one, no matter how ungrammatical it sounded. In fact, it was Leo who changed the whole tone of their talk and established what was to become a friendship by being brutally frank.

He interrupted Bob who was citing figures and companies by putting his hand on his knee, slapping him and saying, his eyes level and ironic, "Really Bob, when you get right down to it, I could get the same deal you're offering me from thousands of agents. In fact, in L.A.. where I have my offices, my secretary has a standing order to turn away any and all insurance agents. She gets as many as three a day." He leaned closer, his voice dropping down into a thick burr. "Agents, salesmen, are a dime a dozen. You got a cousin who's a lunkhead, you make, him an insurance salesman. Hell, I can get figures from you as well as anybody else, get me? I mean, really, I just don't like my insurance salesman."

Leo McKern leaned back in his chair and drank from his glass, his eyes watching Bob with a mischievous glint in them.

Bob smiled back, trying to look professional. "We can offer you service."

Leo waved a hand. "Bull. I could get on that phone and in ten minutes I could have agents up here telling me they could give me service."

Bob nodded. Leo was right. His eyes narrowed. What did he want?

"We are on call twenty-four hours a day," he ventured, thinking that might help.

Leo's stomach jerked as he laughed at that one. "The size client I am, the money I pay, you damn well better be available twenty-four hours a day three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Hell, Bob, don't give me that, I can get that kind of treatment from dozens of 'companies'." Leo pointed a finger. "What have you got that nobody else has? Why should I go with your house? What are you offering to do for me?"

At that moment, Mona sauntered into view and stood behind Leo's chair, leaning against the wall, one fist on her hip that jutted out. Slowly, with a lewd brazen quality, she let the tip of her tongue lick slowly around her luscious lips, wetting them, her eyes never leaving Bob's face. He could see through her dress, her lovely long thighs dark silhouettes from the light behind her.